Set after Season 11, Episode 24 "Shattered"
The main characters of Law and Order SVU belong to Dick Wolf and NBC Universal. This is meant for entertainment, not profit.* There are several characters I have created. I am not sure how many chapters this fan fiction story will be. I hope you enjoy, and I welcome feedback.
"Stepping Time" Chapter 10 of ?
"Good morning," Alex answered her phone enthusiastically.
"Well it is Friday at least, but it sounds like your morning is going a little better than mine," the detective said into her iPhone.
"Oh, so does that mean a reschedule on lunch?" Alex asked.
"No, I don't think so," the detective responded. "Just wondering if we could meet at Eddie's Deli as I probably need to stay close to the precinct."
Olivia saw Alex as she rounded the corner of West 46th Street waiting for her outside the deli. Alex was dressed casually in khaki shorts, a fitted baby blue t-shirt and athletic sandals. She was looking down rummaging with one hand through her purse when the detective approached.
"Sorry I'm late," Olivia said eyeing the former ADA from head to toe and noticing the absence of the thin-framed black glasses she usually wore. "Official uniform of Task Force Congo," she cracked.
Alex laughed. "No, just a perk of being able to do a lot of work from home."
Olivia reached for the handle of the door to the deli allowing Alex to enter ahead of her. They stood in line reviewing the familiar sandwich selections on a chalkboard hanging on the wall beyond the counter.
Olivia smirked as Alex reviewed the menu.
"Turkey or tuna, Cabot? That is all you have ever ordered here."
"Nope, I'm getting a big sloppy Rueben today," she smiled.
"Really," Liv commented before they placed their orders.
"So it's been busy?" Alex asked as they sat down at a table with their sandwiches and sodas.
"Last 36 hours at least have been," the detective answered. "Wednesday night we had a rape of an 85 year-old woman at the Brawnard Nursing Home. The victim has dementia, and was beat up pretty bad too so we haven't been able to get much from her. We have some solid leads though and the perp was sloppy so once we get some lab results I think we will get the sick bastard."
"And last night," she continued. "Another rape in that same building where we had two vics a couple of months ago two weeks apart. Same M.O., except escalated. He strangled this one to death."
"Which building is that?" Alex asked.
"The Winston apartments. I forgot that you had already left again by then," she said.
There was silence between the women for a moment and then the detective looked up to meet Alex's eyes with her own.
"I'm sorry, that was rude," she said.
"Actually, I think I deserved that," Alex said and took a deep sigh. "I should have handled that much differently. I'm sorry."
Olivia's mind raced. She thought of asking Alex how she should have handled it, but she feared it would just lead to another argument and she had to be back to the one-six in about twenty minutes anyway.
"The work you are doing now is very important and admirable. And Nardalee is an amazing, strong woman."
"That she is," Alex interrupted.
"She's lucky to have you," Liv smiled. "And you look good. You look refreshed and re-energized."
"Thanks," Alex said. "You do too."
Liv laughed. "My partner told me I looked like hell this morning. Not much sleep the past couple of days with these cases."
The detective felt two brief vibrations of her phone on her waist. She pulled it out of the case and looked down at the text message.
Thinking of ways we can warm up for tomorrow's game. Ideas welcomed and encouraged.
The detective laughed.
"What?" Alex asked.
"Nothing," Olivia said. "Just one of my teammates texting some pre-game smack."
"Teammates?" Alex asked.
"Oh, Casey was short a player last weekend and I was actually off for three days in a row so I went up and played. I had a lot of fun so I am going to keep playing when work allows," she said. "We play Wednesday nights and Saturdays."
"How is Casey?" Alex asked while thinking she was glad that Olivia was doing something besides work, but jealous that she was doing things socially that she wasn't a part of. She only half heard the detective describing Casey's work with the foundation for veterans.
"And she seems to be pretty serious with this great guy, Jeff," the detective continued.
"Really," Alex said.
"Well, I haven't really talked to him much yet. We got rained on the other night," she said grabbing her ringing phone.
"Elliot's on his way to pick me up," she said after ending the call. "We have to go to the ME's office. I can't wait until Melinda gets back."
"She's good. I'm sure she is missed," Alex said as they got up from the table and walked outside.
"She is, but you are too," Olivia said.
"I'm which one?" Alex asked.
"Good and missed," Olivia said. "Best ADA we have ever had."
"Hey Liv," Alex said squeezing the detective's left forearm with her hand. "Do you think we could get together some time again soon and talk," she paused, and then added, "Some more?"
Liv saw Eliot pulling up.
"Sure," she said. "I enjoyed seeing you. I'll call you early next week."
"Hey Alex," Elliot said from the car. "It's good to see you."
"You too," she replied as she watched Olivia get into the car.
"Any chance of you coming back to SVU?" he asked.
Olivia looked at Alex from the passenger's seat in the car curious to hear the answer.
"I've heard Marlowe is doing a fine job," Alex said to try and deflect answering the question.
"She's done well, but rumor has it she's leaving," he said.
"Pretty busy organizing this task force right now," she deflected again.
"Well we better go," he said.
"Take care," Alex said smiling and then turning to walk away.
Olivia sat quietly as Eliot drove to the nursing home. She had enjoyed seeing Alex and was pleased they were able to talk comfortably, without arguing and without the underlying angry tension of their last in-person conversation they had on the courthouse steps over three months ago.
She knew she would always love the striking blonde, but thoughts raced in her mind from friendship, to trust, to fear, to change, to passion, to sex and then to the woman whose text message she hadn't yet replied to.
No clothes and no interruptions for starters, she typed on her iPhone and then hit send.
Olivia rolled out of her bed at nine Saturday morning. She felt refreshed after eight hours of sleep. When Elliot dropped her off late the night before she had taken a quick shower and then collapsed into bed exhausted.
She laughed as she re-read some of the text messages Erin had sent her while she was still working the previous night.
"Good morning detective," Erin answered the phone.
"Good morning," Olivia said. "What are you doing?"
"Petraeus and I are doing our Saturday morning yoga."
"Really," the detective laughed.
"What? I told you my dog is brilliant and talented," she replied.
"I believe you about Petraeus. I just didn't take you as a yoga woman,"
"Very accurate insight detective. I was dragged to a class a couple of years ago by a dear friend. First three classes I ridiculed it mercilessly, but then had to admit it has benefits," Erin said.
"I can imagine," she replied.
"So you still coming over about 1?" Erin asked.
"How about 12:30?"
"Even better," Erin purred. "I'll see you then."
"Come in," Erin yelled as she saw the detective approach the glass exterior door of her house.
"What ya doing?"Olivia asked entering and reaching down to pet Petraeus.
"Damn garbage disposal backed up. I'm almost done fixing it."
Olivia walked into the kitchen eyeing Erin.
"Aren't you just so cute? You and your little toolbox."
"Yeah," Erin said turning to reveal guck from the disposal on her arms and tank top. "Real sexy."
"Ok maybe not quite as sexy as some of your text messages," the detective said leaning over to give Erin a quick kiss on her cheek. "Do you want some help cleaning the rest up?"
"No, almost done and you don't need to get this shit on you too."
Olivia grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the refrigerator and sat down in a chair at the dining room table leafing through the morning paper while Erin cleaned up.
"Do I have a perp to waterboard yet?" Erin asked.
"No," Liv smiled. "But I am confident we will have him soon."
"I'll be out in a few. Obviously I need a shower," Erin smiled.
Erin stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with a large maroon cotton towel before wrapping it around her body. She brushed her teeth and then her wet, black hair which extended just beyond her shoulders. She opened the door of the master bathroom to see the detective looking at her. She was lying on her bed on her side; her head propped up slightly by her right hand, and covered only to mid-chest by the tan silk exterior sheet.
"Wow," Erin sighed.
"I think you ought to lose that towel, colonel," Olivia smiled.
Erin complied and then walked the few steps to the bed and under the sheet Olivia had lifted.
"You're beautiful," Olivia sighed as their arms and legs tangled and wrapped and their lips met. As their kiss deepened and tongues teased Erin pushed her body harder into the detective's rolling her onto her back. Olivia gasped as Erin's thigh pushed against her soaked core. Her body was electrified by the feel of Erin's breasts against her own and the soft skin of her body.
Erin sled her mouth down the detective's jaw line and down her neck, kissing and teasing with her tongue. Olivia arched her hips and ran her hands across Erin's ass begging for harder and deeper contact.
"Patience detective," Erin said as she lowered her mouth further and teased Olivia's right nipple with her tongue.
"Oh God, Erin," she gasped.
Erin pushed hard into her again with her thigh and then slid her right hand up the detective's thigh and then cupped her sex. She sucked the hardened nipple into her mouth swiping it with her tongue. As the gorgeous woman below her arched into her she relented and slid two fingers inside her.
"Harder," Liv pleaded and Erin complied sinking a third finger inside and teasing her clit with her thumb.
Olivia dug her trimmed nails into Erin's back and as Erin felt the detective's inner walls constrict around her fingers she penetrated her mouth again with her tongue. Liv rode out the orgasmic waves that released throughout her body before collapsing back into the bed.
"You're fucking amazing," she said gazing into Erin's eyes.
"Glad you approve," Erin smiled.
"I do indeed," she said grabbing Erin and rolling on top of her.
An hour and a half or so later Liv was placing soft kisses across Erin's abdomen as they relaxed into playful conversation.
"I did tell you how delicious you taste, didn't I?" Liv smiled.
"A few times," Erin smiled back as she ran a hand through the detective's hair. "And you have really sexy bed sex hair among other things."
"I'm up for testing out wall, table, and shower sex hair too, but right now I'm starving," she replied.
"I know," Erin agreed. "I guess we should probably get out of this bed for a little while."
Just as the detective went to sit up the doorbell rang and they could hear Petraeus barking at the door.
"Maybe whoever it is will go away. But then again both of our cars are in the driveway," Erin said.
"And I didn't think to shut the interior door before jumping in your bed," the detective blushed.
Erin scrambled to throw on some clothes and then walked to the door.
"Hey Casey. Hey Jeff," she said loudly as she opened the door and invited them in. "You guys want a beer?"
"Sure they both responded."
"Where's Olivia?" Casey asked.
"We just got back from lunch, she's changing into her uniform," Erin projected.
"Fuck," Liv mumbled to herself. "I'm famished and my jersey is out in the car."
Casey was suspicious noticing the disheveled appearance of Erin and that it was still about three hours until game time. "This could be fun," she thought.
"I told you Liv was going to meet me here again since she hasn't been to the field many times," Erin said almost laughing out loud at the absurdity of her statement.
"Well we were out shopping and noticed Liv's car in the driveway so we stopped to see if you all wanted to get some pizza before the game," Casey said. "But I guess since you already ate."
After quickly brushing her hair and splashing water on her face, Liv entered the living room wearing the black softball shorts and white tank top she had worn over.
"Hey guys," she said. "I guess I left my jersey in the car. I'll be right back."
When Liv came back in Erin offered her a beer which she accepted and then she took a set in the love seat across from the couch where Jeff and Casey were sitting.
"So Liv, your hair looks a little different, more body to it," Casey said.
"Must be the humidity," she responded.
"Where did you go for lunch?" Casey continued almost laughing out loud after noticing the red mark on the left side of Liv's neck confirming her suspicions.
"Well," Liv started, looking at Erin.
Casey busted out laughing, and then the rest of them.
"We're we that obvious?' Erin asked.
"Let me add up some evidence," Casey smiled. "For starters, defendant number one, you allegedly just returned from lunch yet you are wearing a green t-shirt, no bra and orange shorts. Not sure why anyone has orange shorts, but that is irrelevant. And you, defendant number two, are changing three hours before the game into partial uniform. I could go on, but I think the most compelling evidence can be found on your neck detective."
Erin smiled. "I am going to change. And getting some pizza sounds great to me."
"Me too," Olivia grinned.